Houseman lives on in a bough.
Boughs live in trees of the sky.
Sky lives to hang in and haled
From whence we will fare aye.

We long for our trees to stand
Not move away to electric sky
Or partake of its angry thunder
To stand without leaf in bough.

Houseman ,we made a house
But we lost our tree in bough,
A balcony hanging to the tree,
For a view of milkman below.

However we made our house
We would lose our mountains.
We would lose sun in its trees
To empty sky whence we fare.

( referring to A.E.Housman’s beautiful poem Give me my land of boughs in leaf…)